I do not own Twilight.

Jacob POV

She was finally done buying the entire store for the dog. After picking up at least four collars with matching leashes, a huge assortment of sweaters, three dog beds, and a bunch of other things, we were finally at the check out counter.

"Okay that will be $967.95," the cashier told her. I studied her looking for any sign of the shock I was in. but there was none, she simply took out a black credit card and handed it to the cashier. What the hell had I gotten myself into? After she paid and I helped load the car and we were on our way home. Bandit was comfortable strapped in a brand new dog car seat. I tried to remind her he wouldn't fit in it in one month, but you trying telling that woman no.

"Oh I fucking love this song!" she shriek blasting the speaker and started singing along. "Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting all there's left to do it run!"

I kept laughing while she kept singing along until the song was over. "That that was beautiful. I think you may have made Bandit and I deaf."

"Whatever I know I have a beautiful voice," she said. And by all honesty she did, but I would never admit that to her. There was something about Delilah that was different. I wanted to get to know her and figure out why she did everything she does. One second she could be a spoiled brat and the next a totally normal person. Fuck why couldn't I just choose a normal girl.

She sang along to the radio the rest of the way home. Before we crossed the La Push border she insisted on buying me some food.

"You really don't have to do this Lyla," I said

"Yea I do Jake, I dragged you all over Port Angeles today. Besides every time your stomach growls it feels like there is an earthquake." She quickly paid for three large pizzas and we made our way back to my house.

"Do you think my dad is gonna wanna hang out much longer?" she asked. I could hear the two laughing in the house.

"Yeah I think they are having a pretty good time. Why don't you come inside. We can put Bandit in my room in the mean time." I got out of the car and got Bandit out of his car seat, he seemed please to no longer be restrained. We walked into the house to find my dad and Daniel laughing at something on the television. Oh no, not this!

"Bewwa give dat back dats mines!" I heard a four year old me cry out. Home movies great thanks dad. I looked over at Delilah who was studying my four year old self, a smile on my lips. The camera switched to a six year old Bella, I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"Its mine now Jacob and I am not giving it back ever HA!" the six year old Bella shouted. Huh even then she took things from me.

"Dats not nice! My mommy says we always need to share! You can come pway wit me and my Barbie dream house, Jake." I smiled when I saw who the voice belonged to. There on the television screen was a four year old Delilah. She had on a pink dress and her long hair was combed into two braids.

"We have been here before dad?" Delilah asked.

"Yeah, bud. We used to visit a lot before your grandparents died. I can't believe you don't remember. I reminded you about it before we moved up here."

"Yeah I guess I missed that," she said as she looked at young version of ourselves play with her toys.

"Jacob," cried Bella. "You can have your toy back it was no fun anyway."

"You can keep it, I am playing wit Lyla now."

"No I don't want it!" Bella cried as she kicked dirt into mine and Delilah's face. I could hear a woman scold her from behind the camera but before she woman could act Delilah was already on her feet.

"Say sorry, Bewwa! My daddy says I am a priwncess and you don't treat priwncesses like dat!" Delilah had gotten into Bella's face and even as a toddler she had the proud look in her eyes. Bella busted into tears and the footage stopped. Billy and Daniel were still laughing.

"Even as a child you thought very highly of yourself Delilah," my dad commented.

"Hey excuse me for setting the girl straight," Delilah said while helping herself to a piece of pizza. I sat across from her and we watched footage from Christmas. Occasionally we would see the young us side by side singing or playing with a toy. Apparently Delilah and I were good friends when she came to visit. My dad later told me that Christmas was the last time the Carter's visited. I caught her staring at me and our eyes locked. For a brief second I saw her vulnerability, her protective cover was let down and I saw the want and need in her eyes. She quickly looked away and avoided eye contact with me the rest of the night. But it was there, I saw it. There was hope and I was not giving up.